Vicious Secret: A Dark College Romance

Chapter 32

Delilah fucking Scott.

In my bed.

In my arms.

In my control.

For three long years, I’ve pictured this moment, yearned for it. Most things don’t live up to my expectations, leaving me disappointed again and again. But this woman? She exceeds every fantasy I’ve created.

If I was a whimsical person, I’d think I was dreaming or hallucinating at least. However, the sound of her breathing, along with the feel of her warm body pressed to mine, reminds me that this is reality. For the first time in my life, I’m hit with a sense of fulfillment and contentment that I didn’t know existed.

Now that I know, I can’t live without it.

Memories of the Bride Hunt race through my mind, the adrenaline-fueled chase through the forest, my unwavering determination to claim her. I fought and eliminated Eric and Benjamin to have her. Fuckers.

Not only them, but the rest of the recruits as well. I watched them during the ceremony, daring them to clap and cheer as a result of Delilah’s suffering. I didn’t have to.

They saw her fight, and their silence reflected their respect. My bride cursing at them, at my father especially, is a memory I’ll always savor. Very few people have the balls to do what she did. I admire Delilah more than I can ever say with words.

I run my fingers through her hair, marveling at the softness of it against my skin. She stirs slightly, nuzzling closer to me with a sigh. Does she feel safe with me, or is she so deep in repose that she’s forgotten the things I want to do to her?

My cock instantly gets harder than stone. A-fucking-gain. I groan in the darkness and dig my fingers into her hip to stop myself from taking her. She will choose me. I said it earlier, and I still mean that shit.

Delilah will beg for my cock.

I won’t accept anything less than her complete surrender. She will succumb to her need for me.

When she does… fuck me. I’ll never be the same. Even now, I nearly lose my mind at the memory of her coming on my hand. The sound of her moaning. The feel of her body trembling. The scream of ecstasy that echoed in the trees and reverberated in my soul.

I want all of that and more.

Delilah will give me everything. In return, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if that means taking on the Order. She’s worth it all.

My money.

My power.

My sanity.

I’ve lost my fucking mind over her. I’m beyond obsessed, beyond fucked when it comes to her. Unhinged, and willing to kill for her.

Die for her.

If she knew the depth of my dedication and loyalty, she would be the one with all the control. As I drag my gaze over her sleeping form, I repeat my vow to her, to serve her and only her.

“Votum meum tibi1,” I whisper. “Tibi semper sum.2”

My father’s disapproval during the ceremony is going to come back and haunt me. But I couldn’t bend to him. Not when it meant setting a precedent when it comes to her.

No one, not even the esteemed council members, will dictate how I deal with my bride.

That doesn’t mean I won’t play by their rules. To directly and openly defy the Order is the same thing as putting a pistol in your mouth. Despite their love of legacy and family ties, they’ll put you six feet under before you can blink.

For better or for worse, the Bride Hunt brought Delilah to me.

Claiming her, having the right to this woman without restriction is what I’ve been wanting since the day I first saw her. Although I don’t prefer it this way. Originally my plans were to take her as a wife, not as a bride, but like most things in life, my plans got fucked. Now, all I can do is keep her safe now that she’s on the Order’s radar.

How she got there is still a mystery to me. My first suspect is Eric because he’s a fucking sadist. Not to mention he tried to run her down with his car. However, I can’t get rid of the nagging feeling that there’s something or someone else at play here.

Could Benjamin have brought Delilah to the Order’s attention in hopes he could have her as his bride? I scoff in the quiet. He knows better than to expose her like that. Now she’ll have eyes on her every fucking minute until she dies.

Or marries me.

There’s a possibility that my father learned about my obsession concerning her. I doubt it. I’ve hidden her like the gem she is, deep underground in the darkness where nothing could touch her.

Until now.

I’ll have to navigate this situation with all the subtlety and cunning I possess, along with my skill set. Knowing how to kill is an art form, and I’ve become a master. Even so, my father’s influence is not to be underestimated.

In this game of shadows and savagery, I’m playing for the highest stakes. Her very life rests in my hands. So does her body.

All that’s left for me to win is her heart.

1?My vow to you.

2?I’m yours forever.